Fool

We are not superstitious men
We would prefer coincidence
To be thought to be the cause
Of these untimely incidents

But on Sunday, the master's fool
Took off his cap, his bells, his shoes
Saying he would go to school
To learn the ways of other men

Oswald the Smith has not returned
To see which way the world has turned
Oswald the Smith has not returned
To see which way the world has turned

Close the shutters and bar the door
Cover your eyеs, the fool has come
Midas' ears and feet of straw
To see thе setting of the sun

And if Lucy was not too old
She would have died to see him born
So that then when she was cold
Put out the fire to keep him warm

Oswald the Smith has not returned
To see which way the world has turned
Oswald the Smith has not returned
To see which way the world has turned

We are not pessimistic men
But should the fool find means and ways
We have sounds for sightless eyes
Burnt at the stake on Saturdays

Oswald the Smith has not returned
To see which way the world has turned
Oswald the Smith has not returned
To see which way the world has turned